Saturday, March 5, 2011

Chapter Thirteen: Watery Coral

I've got my towel, I've got my froodiness detector - which, of course, runs depending on your own froodiness levels - and my Infinite Improbability Field Generator is at full charge.

Now, according to some, (generally those who don't have to do it - politicians and writers spring to mind) heroic deaths are admirable things. I've never been convinced by this argument, mainly because, no matter how cool, stylish, composed, unflappable, manly, or defiant you are, at the end of the day you're also dead. Which is a little too permanent for my liking.

Which is WHY...I don't even know. I lied about taking video, I'm too lazy. Very likely tomorrow. Especially because I'll be psyched!

Celebi and Tepig for the wins!


Chapter Twelve: Boar Tour - YOW!

A gem from the folks:
"Row, row, row your boat
Gently down the stream
Merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily
Life's a loaf of bread"
I just wanted to share that.
Also, it's the weekend.
Also, Janus is missing. Maze is still there. As soon as I wake up I'll take some videoooooo.

Friday, March 4, 2011

Chapter Eleven, Page Two

Okay, so I'm listening to some music and then I click on some video, you know, a YouTube partner who does news and stuff, and they say something and suddenly the audio goes all freeeeaky and repeats over and over and over and over, in these weird distorted voices. It's too dark to see outside. Crud fuzz. I just wanted to mention it.

It's a bit lighter up in the sky, Maze is outline in the branches, but I can't see Janus.

NO. WAIT. OH MY GODS. OK, YES I CAN, HE JUST SLAMMED INTO THE GLASS DOOR. HOLY MOTHER OF CHEETOS. Why is his mask not falling off? He's just staring at me! What the dys!

I don't know how Frap is doing, but Arclich seems optimistic. "Or what if we can change it all". And a name? "Astrid Baldrdot". Baldr is a Norse god. And dot? Uh...RESEARCH TIME! Dun dun dun dada dun dada dun dun dun...Proxies seem to like number codes, but nobody thinks of just regular word ciphers. If you translate the binary and then put it into a Caesarian cipher and divide by five, then shift it back by five, you get the original text. It's called an Affine cipher. Yay for Google.

Ok, "dot" could refer to dóttir, the Old Norse word for daughter. That would make sense. Meaning, "Little Star, Daughter of Baldr/Baldur/Balder".

And...that's that.

Ooh! Edit: The title is also Affine, it translates to "Flag".


Chapter Eleven: A Veiled Synergy

I still like the anagrams, even if Frap spoils them <3

I keep telling myself nothing interesting happened today and I don't need to blog about it, but then Frap's letter makes me feel like I should write something so hear I go.

It's not like I'm filling up everyone's Reading List. Only four people. But at least someone's listening. Um, reading.

I guess Janus and Maze are interesting.

The Dungeon Master - er, Mistress - says that if we write up a backstory we get 500 extra experience, and 700 for a picture. Or maybe the other way around. Anyway, level 2 for me, baby! Whoo! We haven't even started yet!

I might upload the picture and retype the story later. Tiberius Miller, halfling rogue extraordinaire!

Janus tried to set fire to the house, but he ran out of matches before he could get one to light the wood. Maze hasn't left her perch up in the trees. Honestly, I don't know if it's an oak or not, but whatever, right? It's a big fat tree. No, you've seen the trees. They're mostly very skinny. Oh well.

I might take some video later. I'll probably try something this weekend.

Stupid terrorists. And Gaddafi. And the Slender Man. And Proxies. And whoever else. Making my world suck more.

Oh! Yggdrasil is traveling in time. Awesomesauce.

Edit: Oooooooh, the author in me can't WAIT for the equinox.


Thursday, March 3, 2011

Chapter Ten: Unadorned Gong

So...I Archive Binged A Rainbow Life, which was easy because there were only about twenty posts. She just dropped off, didn't she? Suddenly it's just poof. Gone. Hey, she said gods too...interesting.

Janus was at school today. He was a substitute teacher for some other class that I didn't have. He also was in the library after school and followed me to the cafeteria when the library closed down. I didn't see him follow me home, but he's here now.

Oh my gods. Okay, so I finally got involved in a D&D campaign. It's got like seven people. I think. I'm not sure who's dropping out and who's not. Tiberius Miller, halfling rogue! I have NINETEEN dex. And I ended up with like forty-four skill points to waste. And waste them I did.

Still no camera, but I do have an audio recorder that I used to, well, record some audio. I don't know why. I guess it's better than nothing, right? Well, no, it's not, because the audio file busted my USB drive and was so corrupt it didn't even have an image to double-click on.

Shelby suggested that since I'm younger I may have seen him in my childhood. So I thought about it. I meditated with my focus - which happens to be an old, old motherboard from a computer or something.

September 11, 2001. I'm being taken home from preschool, or maybe kindergarten, by my father, from up in D.C. He's listening to the radio when suddenly Kojo Nnamdi or whoever it was on NPR that day starts going "Oh my God. Oh my God. A plane just crashed into the World Trade Center. No, two planes. Oh my God. The Pentagon. Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh my God."

I was young. I didn't understand. I thought of it as some bad guy dressed all in black, flying an empty plane into one of the buildings down the street, then opening the cockpit and jumping out, a giant among the ants, walking away without anyone harmed. I thought it was a game. I thought it was something that wasn't so serious.

I get home, my dad runs to his computer or whatever, he's trying to figure things out, I guess I'm watching TV, in the very same room I'm in now, and I look outside into the woods, the woods I've been taking creeeepy creepy creepy videos of, and he's there. He's just there. He's this really tall man, just there amongst the trees, not leaning casually like you or I might but standing in between them. He has the longest, longest arms, and the longest, longest legs, and the tallest, tallest body, and the strangest, blankest face, and I can feel, with my Smallfry Sense, a smile. He's associated so much with fire, and what is this if not a huge, murderous fire?

"Dada!" I've seen my dad in suits sometimes. It must be him, wanting a hug. "Dada!" I'm not sure how I unlock the sliding door, but suddenly I'm outside, on the porch, and I run to him. I black out. I'm back in my room. My REAL dad comes up into my room. He reads me a bedtime story, kisses my forehead, tucks me in and leaves. I don't think anyone noticed me leaving the house. The Slender Man must have put me back in my room.

So that's THAT.


Wednesday, March 2, 2011

Chapter Nine: Radioman Lee

Do you know anyone who NEVER. EVER. EVER. Reads their emails? Frap is like that. He has to communicate everything by letters. The only time he ever uses his email is for chat. He totally ignores the rest. Frap's like, a total Luddite. Well, sometimes. I mean, he does read his emails when he's expecting it, but otherwise? Nope.

I just wanted to rant a bit about it a little. He's cool, but he's a biiiiit ignorant.

Also, there's a hidden message in every single post title :)


Chapter Eight: This? Fitness? Stalemate.

There were only two of them there. Not five, as the boy first thought, but two, one now leaning against a thin sapling and the other in the branches of the tallest oak. They didn't do anything, the two, they just stood there, and watched.

I've decided to call them Janus and Maze, because one of them has a double-faced mask and the other one has a hood that covers her face. And it's red. And...Red Riding Hood's real name is said by some to be Maisie. And they seem not to like real names.

The hood actually seems to be just the hood of her hoodie, but it pulls allllll the way over her head. Janus is wearing an aqua hoodie, with big Operators all over it, and Maze just the red one, which comes down over her face and has exactly five Ops, two on either side of her head, one on the small of her back, one at the center of her chest, and one over her navel. Also, I still haven't seen the Slender Man himself.

How old must Arclich be? 21? Let's seeeee, most popular baby names of 1980 are...
Jessica, Jennifer, Amanda, Ashley, Sarah, Stephanie, Melissa, Nicole, Elizabeth, Heather, Tiffany, Michelle, Amber, Megan, Amy, Rachel, Kimberly, Christina, Lauren, Crystal, Brittany, Rebecca, Laura, Danielle, Emily, Samantha, Angela, Ellen, Kelly, Sara, Lisa, Katherine, Andrea, Jamie, Mary, Erica, Courtney, Kristen, Shannon, April, and that's forty so I'm just going to stop there.

I don't have access to the camera right now, so no video today, but I don't think there's anything all that creepy anyway out there. Besides, you know, my stalkers. They do SUCH a great job of hiding whenever anyone comes around, though.

Anyway. That's all for today. I think.


Tuesday, March 1, 2011

Chapter Seven: Damp Fire-Sharks

I'm glad Frap's okay, he thought, but I hate having to hide his markings on the trees!
The boy looked up from his work. He noticed for the first time a letter in the crook of the door. Frap?


Sorry. Been reading looooolcats. And watching Concrete Giraffes. Over. And. OVER.

First of all, Frap, yes, I can give you a few names of Joce's cohorts...the book Joce's...I had to start over a bunch of times, because my head was full of ideas with nowhere to go. Eve. Piper. I don't remember any other ones, actually. No, wait! Olivia. Does that ring any bells, Arclich?

Second order of business, PROXIES! THEY BE ALL UP IN HERE!

They're everywhere! They followed me home from school today. I don't even know how, I don't walk. They were in a van. And now, they're here! Outside. I know they're Proxies because they don't speak and they're wearing hoodies and oh yeah they are wearing masks and look dangerous. Okay, scare tactics. A bow. No, all I've got is suction cup arrows. Crossbow? Yeah, I've got one too, but it's out in the garage and probably doesn't work. Woodcutting axe? No idea where it is. SWORD! I have a replica Master Sword under my bunk bed. I'll be back in a minute.


I can't stop them! Nobody's home who could help. Ok, I'm going to try to deal with's getting dark! How am I supposed to swordfight in the dark? I never took fencing lessons...

Never mind, I didn't need to, they ran as soon as I started swinging like a madman. It's a pretty dull sword, though I'm sure if I swung hard enough it could decapitate you. OK, who deals with this every day? Branwen! Right? How do you make them go away?

Well, now I've gotta hide this blunt blade too...I'm keeping it close from now on.

Heehee, "Frap" is only one letter away from "frape".

Well, good thing I'm young and agile, I don't think anyone that lives in this house could deal with it besides me. "Ooh, trespassers, let's call the cops BLARHGAHSFURJGKLS *drowns in a fountain of bullets*".

They didn't have guns. They looked unarmed. They DID have masks, of COURSE. WHY SHOULD I HAVE TO DEAL WITH THIS?

I've got like six school projects! I do NOT need death threats.

What...the dys?!

Well. My day is ruined. My train of thought too. Good thing I didn't have to hurt anyone, though. I don't like it. It makes me feel...sick. Unless they deserve it.

Hey, anyone notice that the X-Men have Operator symbols on all their clothing? Including, probably, their hoodies?


Monday, February 28, 2011

Chapter Six, Page Two


Chapter Six: Thine Badge Is

I just got Frap's first post for today, but I'm going to make mine first.

I'm pretty sure there's actually something in the bag. A bunch of little things. I'm going to see if I can get the "unbagging" on video later. Yay for puns.

Also, Jekyll's okay! I think. And the Liesmith is being creeeeeepy. Cool, but creepy.

I hate schoolwork. Not to mention the fact that I'm being followed. I still haven't seen the Slender Man himself, but what the dys, man? I'm so scared. I'm afraid I'm going to get jumped.

Actually, I'm more afraid of losing my novel-in-the-making than my noseblood.


Although I'm MORE afraid of losing my LIFE, or maaaaaybe my sanity, than my novel-in-the-making.

I'm scared of dying.

I'm scared of the endless nonexistence.

And from what I've heard, belonging to he Slender Man is incredibly similar.

Okay, now I'm having a panic attack, I'll just...spellcheck Frap's thing. Help me concentrate.


Sunday, February 27, 2011

Chapter Five: Judo Piñata Fairies

I went out and recorded some more video. I fell over a few times in the process. Fun fact of the day: dirt does not come out of skin easily. Wow, I was breathing heavily. I guess that's what fear does to you. Note: most of the strange sounds are just me crunching on leaves. I think. Note two: It's a bit confusing having two people on the same blog at the same time, every time I try to do something it tells me the account is in use. So, can you guys tell anything out of the ordinary?